As night falls, though it’s truly
the sun
that falls
while moon rises,
moon
rising
creatures begin to appear. The
creatures I write of are those who live during the day but pay their
final visit to the feeder as daylight
fades and
darkness begins. Perhaps
I should write of evening
visitors instead.
Mr.
and Mrs. Cardinal soar in seeking seed tossed aside from the
bird/squirrel feeder. They were a tad too late as the squirrels fed
fully this day and there wasn’t a seed, a nut, or even so
much as a peanut
skin left. Their visit wasn’t
long. After poking at the ice
covered pond for refreshment and finding none they flew towards the
winding river.
Squirrels
made
one last visit before seeking their nest. There are now three, two
greys and one black. Where there brothers and sisters have gone are
no one’s guess and I don’t
want to guess with the speeding traffic on my street.
The remaining family are
plump with fluffy tails, similar to toilet brushes in size and
fullness.
Northern
Junco’s appeared without their “ping ping ping” song. Perhaps
their vocal chords are still in summer mode. They were joined with
Nuthatches, big and bold walking upside down on the tree’s until
they land in the feeder. It takes a while. I would too and I wonder
if their heads
rush causing them to wonder which side is up...or down.
Tis
twilight, when the sun has bade nightie night, and the moon smiles,
and stars have begun to twinkle. It’s one of my favourite moments
in time when the night sky is sparkling with life in galaxies beyond
ours. It is
a restful night, a peaceful night.
